The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The rain did not fall so much as it invaded. It was a cold, gray curtain that erased the horizon, blurring the line between the wet asphalt and the sky. Elias drove the van with a steady hand, his knuckles white against the wheel. The wipers beat a frantic, rhythmic pulse, fighting a losing war against the deluge. He was not driving away from anything. He was driving toward the edge. The map on...

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